Tang Huan hid the two rabbits, turned around and carried another bucket of water, and rushed to Yuquan Temple with difficulty.

No matter how good a rabbit is, she can't make meat without a knife or seasoning. The most important thing is that Master Jingci now dislikes her and stares at her all the time. If she delays outside for too long, the old guy will inevitably be suspicious. It's better to wait until the wood is chopped in the afternoon before going to eat it in the mountains, safe and safe.

She was well-controlled, and when she returned to the temple, the nuns were having breakfast.

The smell of steamed buns floats in the air.

Tang Huan never expected that the steamed bun would have such a day that it attracted her.

After pouring the water in a hurry, Tang Huan quickly ran towards the kitchen.

But Mingxin was grabbed by him halfway.

Mingxin quietly stuffed her half a yellow-faced steamed bun, and her voice was extremely low like a thief: "*, Master is unhappy today, and I didn't have someone prepare your breakfast. Don't be angry, eat this and put your stomach on it. Work harder later, try to pick up the water as early as possible, and then go to the master to sincerely admit your mistake. Master is kind and may not punish you."

Tang Huan was speechless for a while.

Is this a nunnery?

This is a black store!

She is not even as good as a black shop. No matter how unscrupulous the shopkeeper is, she has to give her food to her! She is a little nun. She didn't eat yesterday and didn't sleep last night. She got up early and picked up a full tank of water. Master Jingci didn't even give her a steamed bun or a bowl of porridge?

Does she want to kill this apprentice?

"You eat, I'm not hungry, thank you for thinking about me." Tang Huan stuffed the steamed buns back into Mingxin's hand, turned around and went to the backyard to carry the bucket.

Mingxin chased her all the way and insisted that she accept the steamed buns.

Looking at her pale little face, Tang Huan was a little moved. After pulling the person to the pillar beside him, he whispered: "Don't worry, I have something to eat, you can wait. I'll give you a little to come back tonight. Don't tell others!"

The dream is too real, and she can't tell herself over and over again like last night that she is not worthy of being angry with Master Jingci. Yes, this is indeed a dream, these people are fake, but Tang Huan has always been a stingy person. Whoever bullies her, she will take revenge, no matter whether she is a nun or a monk. The nun is not kind-hearted, she is a flower picker, and will not be foolish to be a good person. Master Jingci wants to play with her to death, she insists on living a good life for her, and wants to smile and watch her suffer!

Wait, don't let her catch the opportunity!

With anger, Tang Huan took the bucket down the mountain again.

But she was not so angry that she lost her mind. She was working on her hungry and was working on the vicious sun that was gradually rising? She was not that stupid.

Throwing the bucket by the river, Tang Huan waved his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and staggered to the west.

The wooden house of the forest guard was built on the hill in front. She was so hungry that she wanted to beg for alms.

She was really about to faint from hunger. When she struggled to climb up the hill, her clothes were already wet. In this case, Tang Huan didn't care about any manners. Anyway, Song Mo was not greedy for beauty. With such an honest personality, the more she was, the more likely she would make him softer.

Men are somewhat sympathetic, right?

She held the wooden fence door, wiped the sweat, and weakly shouted inside: "Master Song, are you at home?"

Song Mo was tying rabbits in the backyard. Today he had a good harvest. After parting with the little nun, he actually caught another rabbit and tied it up and kept it. After a few days, he saved up a lot and took it down the mountain to sell it.

After tied up, I was about to get up when I suddenly heard someone calling him.

I don't hear it very clearly, but I'm obviously a woman.

Song Mo stood up in confusion, walked to the north gate of the kitchen, and looked south.

The fence gate blocked the man's figure and only showed a beautiful face. Although the distance was very far, Song Mo still recognized him at a glance. It was the little nun.

He panicked and subconsciously looked at the rabbit still flapping under the eaves next to him.

He is not a Buddhist and Taoist person, he wants to sell prey to make money and live a life. He regrets it a little bit.

Song Mo quickly flashed under the eaves of the house, carried the rabbit to a lush cherry tree by the wall, and covered it with a small cage. He was sure that even if she stood at the door, she could not find this side. Song Mo rubbed his hands, patted his shirt, and went to the front with a cold face. That kind of thing happened to the two of them. Logically speaking, she was a little nun, and should try her best to avoid him. Why did she come to the door? If there was no proper reason, Song Mo would never let her in.

He strode forward, stopped steadily, and then stood inside the door like a green pine, facing her side, without saying a word.

He frowned slightly, not sure whether he was angry or confused.

But those are not important, he can do it at home.

Tang Huan smiled at him awkwardly, "Donor Song, you, can you give me some food..."

Before he finished speaking, his hands loosened, his eyelids closed weakly, and he leaned down to one side.

Until she fell to the ground, Song Mo did not react.

OK, why did it fall?

He didn't care about the trouble between men and women, so he opened the door in a hurry and leaned over to look at her. Seeing that she was pale and sweaty on her forehead, her lips were a little dry, as if she was suffering from heatstroke, he hurriedly supported her waist and raised her legs to pick her up, and ran quickly into the house.

The moment her body pressed against the kang, her muscles and bones were finally able to rest. Tang Huan felt comfortable trying to stretch.

Unfortunately, she had to continue pretending to be dizzy.

"Little Master, *Little Master?" Song Mo stood at a loss in front of the edge of the kang and kept calling her.

Tang Huan didn't frown.

Song Mo turned around to fetch water, her face was covered with sweat, and she looked so embarrassed.

Taking this opportunity, Tang Huanfei quickly scanned the house. There were three red paint cabinets on the ground to the east, a table and a chair next to it, and two bags of food piled up in the corners of the wall. There was nothing else, and it was quite suitable for his single guard Lin Han.

She smiled proudly, and finally got on his bed... it was a kang.

Anyway, there is a month left, so it’s fun to tease him like this.

Song Mo came in, rolled her sleeves to her wrist, wrung it out with a wet wipe, paused, and began to wipe her sweat.

The first time I took care of a woman like this, I was in broad daylight and didn't look at her, for fear that her hands would touch the place they shouldn't touch. Look at her, she looks so beautiful, he was really panicked. If she was awake, he could ask her why she came to find him. But she fainted when she was sick and fainted, and he unconsciously thought of a reason for her. She must have no choice but to come to him.

She is so pure and kind, not like a person who doesn't understand the rules.

Thinking too much, the scarf touched the brim of her hat, and the nun hat fell off her head.

Song Mo withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Tang Huan quietly pinched himself with his left hand, but he failed to break his skills.

What she hates the most is this bald head! When facing a shiny bald head, which man can have a great heart?

Master is really cheating! When she enters the underworld in the future, don’t let her know that this kind of dream was created by Master on purpose, otherwise she would chase him behind Master every day, and she would make him bald if she likes a man, and she would see that Master still couldn’t do anything!

To please him, the woman wanted to seduce Song Mo. Tang Huan dared not show him his bald head again, so she slowly opened her eyes, "Donor Song?"

Song Mo quickly took a few steps back and explained in a deep voice: "My little master, this is a humble house. You suddenly fainted just now, and I had no choice but to move you in. Are you better now?"

Tang Huan's face turned red, and he sat up with his hands on the edge of the kang. While picking up the nun's hat and putting it on his head, he whispered with his head, "Thank you, don't bother you. I, I'm fine, but I didn't eat for three meals, I was so hungry that I felt so uncomfortable. There was only one family on the mountain. I, I had to beg for the alms of Mr. Song. Mr. Song, can you give me some food? Anything is fine. If you don't eat, I'm afraid I won't have the strength to carry water, and my master will be even more angry."

It turns out he was hungry.

Song Mo unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, "You wait." He turned around and went outside.

Tang Huan went to the ground and followed him to the kitchen. It was inappropriate for the orphan man and woman to live in the same room. She was a little nun who kept her politeness, so of course she should pay attention.

Seeing her come out, Song Mo understood her thoughts after being slightly stunned. The resistance immediately dissipated, but instead became more and more nervous. He put down the table with his back to her, took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, a big cake and a small plate of pickles, and said in a muffled voice: "My little master is weak, so let's sit down and eat. Song's family is poor..."

Tang Huan walked up to him with a small step and thanked him with a red face: "Donor Song is polite, *has taken the opportunity to come to the door and caused so much trouble to the donor. You are willing to give me food, so I am already grateful."

"Then you eat quickly, I'll go to the front yard to take a look." The kitchen was narrow and she was close to each other. Song Mo was really uncomfortable and strode forward.

Tang Huan smiled at his back, and did not eat first, but walked to the water tank beside him and scooped water with half a gourd ladle to drink.

When Song Mo turned around, he saw this scene.

His heartbeat broke out again.

She was actually drinking water, using his gourd ladle to drink water.

Actually, there is nothing wrong. On hot days, she is thirsty and wants to drink water. However, he has used the gourd ladle, and now she has used it, and her lips are also in her mouth.

Maybe he had ever encountered the place she was holding?

Song Mo was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his gaze and flashed to the next to the vegetable garden. He didn't dare to look in, but his face was as hot as fire.

Then, he caught a glimpse of a cucumber among the green vegetable seedlings.

In the summer, there are only pickled pancakes on the dinner table. She is thirsty again, so it should be difficult to swallow, right?

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, and thought that she was so hungry that she must be very weak, so he picked the cucumber and walked in.

Tang Huan was greedying with the cake, but unexpectedly he came in suddenly and choked accidentally. He turned around quickly, coughing and blushed.

Song Mo looked at the cake and she had eaten most of it.

He couldn't help but laugh. The little nun looked thin and weak, and was quite edible... But he immediately remembered her words, and she said she hadn't eaten for three meals. By the way, he had a little impression of the time when Yuquan'an was carrying water. He used to have finished picking it up earlier, so why was she still busy?

She was still crying in the morning. Could it be that there is really a secret?

"Master Song, I, I..." Tang Huan stood up, holding the hem of his clothes with his two little hands, his face flushed with shame.

Song Mo thoughtfully changed the topic: "It's really choking to eat pancakes. The little master just eats cucumbers to moisten his throat."

cucumber?

Tang Huan was shocked and forgot to pretend to be ashamed. When Song Mo handed over the cucumber, she was still in shock and reached out to pick it up.

Song Mo did not notice her expression change, but found that her palms were red.

His curiosity was completely ticked out, "You, why are you still carrying water now?"

Finally asked!

Tang Huan was delighted, lowered his head and sat down, touching the cucumber in his hand and explained in a soft voice: "Yesterday, my junior sister and I didn't get the money. I went back late, and my master was angry and punished us. My junior sister had an injury on her head and only knelt for one night. I, Master, thought I was stupid and punished me to carry water in the morning and chop wood in the afternoon. From then on, I no longer have to recite scriptures. I just knocked over a bucket of water and re-lifted the water. Master did not leave me breakfast. I came here."
To be continued...